Sam hadn't said a word to anybody all day, despite the fact that they were in the middle of a Danger Room session. They crouched down behind a pile of rubble as red beams of light blasted overhead. "We need to stop those laser blasts." Jean said taking a quick glance out before ducking another beam of red light. So far the lasers were the only things in the way of them completing this training exercise.

"Kitty, phase through and take out the left side. I'll get the ones on the right." Scott said. Kitty nodded and fell into the ground as Scott whipped out from behind their cover, hand to his visor.

As soon as Scott got a shot at the laser's power source he blasted off a red beam of his own. The explosion told the others that he'd made a successful hit. "Let's go!" He ordered jumping out as the other laser turret shorted out and Kitty jumped out of the machine.

They ran towards the finish line and as Rouge finally crossed it lights flashed green. Sam crossed his arms over his chest and glanced around, as the rocky terrain seemed to melt away to the image of a room filled with deadly weapons and moving parts. Many of the walls and destroyed weapons flipped back into the walls or floors as the room powered down. It looked distinctly less impressive now that the weapons were gone. "You did good for your first session, Sam." Jean said as the others cheered their victory over the Danger Room.

"I didn't DO anything." Sam pointed out blandly.

"That's not true. Rogue would have fallen into that crevice if you hadn't pulled her back." Jean pointed out.

"Yeah, thanks for that." Rogue said. Sam frowned and looked away, unable to find something to say to that. Really, he had felt entirely too useless during that exercise. His power was passive and -like he told the professor- he didn't like taking over living people. Add to that his utter lack of any physical abilities his performance had been lackluster at best.

Slowly, they made their way to the locker rooms. Sam waited for everybody to go first before changing. Being a boy in a girl's body he was never quite sure which locker room he was supposed to use. He felt awkward either way so he'd decided to just go last.

It was a good fifteen minutes before he exited the elevator, changed back into his normal clothes. He had taken to wearing his cloak again, though he had forgone the hood unless he felt the need to completely hide. Suddenly, Sam heard a loud German shout from down the hall. "Evan! You're back!"

It didn't take long for chattering to filter up from the main hall of the mansion. Sam hesitated outside of his room before walking towards the commotion. Unsure of how involved he wanted to be in it, Sam hovered on the second floor landing as he took in the scene below him.

A black boy with blonde hair and wearing the signature black leather suit of the X-men was in the middle of the other teens. Just behind them a tall black woman with long white hair (Sam noted it looked far healthier than his) was chatting with Xavier. Neither group seemed to notice Sam leaning against the banister. They were too involved with greeting their friends.

Sam felt a pang of jealousy and anger go through him. His friends had never even noticed when he'd suddenly died. Had they even cared? Sam scowled darkly at the group of them. Why didn't his friends miss him like that? This Evan hadn't even been gone that long from what Sam understood. Sam died and got missed less. How was that fair?

The professor suddenly looked up and saw Sam standing there. ~Sam?~ Sam sent one last glare below him before turning back towards his room. He didn't feel like being psychoanalyzed right now. He just wanted to be angry.

He closed the door firmly behind him and started restlessly pacing the length of it. What could he have possibly done to make it unimportant whether he lived or died? He couldn't think of anything. He felt incredibly betrayed. Nobody had cared. Nobody was missing him and it wasn't fair!

There was a knock at the door and Sam glanced that way before going back to pacing. "Sam, what's the matter?" Xavier asked through the door.

"Go away." He hissed without thinking about it.

Despite Sam's foul temper, the door opened and Xavier wheeled his chair in. "I'm sure your friends care that you died, Sam." He said as he rested his chin on his folded hands.

"How would you know? Because you read my mind?" Sam demanded, whipping around to glare at the older mutant. "Well, I've been in my mind Professor! That's not exactly the best source of information. You'd have better luck googling-what the hell is a google anyway?"

The professor's eyebrow shot up at the sudden change of topic. "I have no idea." He answered carefully.

"See, you don't know everything!" Sam said as he resumed his pacing. "I mean; nobody knows everything. It's just not possible. There's far too much to know and it would take hundreds of hours of studying to even come anywhere near learning fully about one topic. Could you imagine the time it would take to learn about everything? You should tell that to Kurt by the way, he needs to spend more time studying. I swear; I'm surprised he hasn't failed his computer lab. He barely knows how to do anything."

The professor was completely shocked at the sudden tangent. "Could you speak a little slower?" He asked as Sam continued on talking, barely even paying attention to the professor anymore. They weren't even talking about the reason Sam was so agitated anymore but the teen was still clearly upset.

Sam waved the professor's request of a slower pace aside as he continued talking. "Kitty tries to cut corners too much. Though I suppose since she can walk through corners it's only natural for her."

Xavier frowned and slipped into Sam's mind. It was a chaotic whirlwind of ideas. Everything passed by at an alarming rate. Xavier barely realized that the topics that Sam was ranting about were passing by at a slightly slower (but still too fast) pace. The original idea of his friends having not cared had long ago been swept away in the current. Xavier wouldn't be surprised if he didn't even remember it anymore with how many other thoughts kept racing past.

Sam didn't notice Xavier's mental prodding as he continued to pace and talk faster than the professor had ever heard. It was like listening to Kitty when she was excited about something. Xavier dug a little deeper into Sam's mind, trying to find a reason for such odd behavior.

Sam's memories were passing by just as rapidly as his thoughts, only his memories were horribly fragmented and hazed over. A bottle briefly appeared in Sam's mind and the professor was just able to read Valium before it disappeared into the maelstrom. Valium would definitely be helpful to calm Sam down; it was one of the more powerful sedatives on the market.

But why on earth would Sam have memories of Valium? They passed by too quickly for Xavier to fully explore. Another bottle shot past, different from the Valium. Xavier focused in on it and read the title of Lamotrigine before the words shifter to say Thorazine. The bottle shot away and Xavier tried to follow it. When the professor caught up to it, it was another medication, this one saying Lithium. It quickly shattered in front of him and Sam screamed, jerking Xavier out of his confused mind.

Xavier blinked the room back into focus and saw Sam huddled on the floor, his cloak hiding him completely from view. "Sam-"

"Go away." The teen's voice was even softer and more strained than normal.

Xavier did the opposite, coming closer to the black mass on the ground. "Why didn't you say something?"

"About what?"

"That you have Bipolar Disorder?" Xavier clarified. It was the only condition that had all four of the medications he'd seen in Sam's mind in common. "I could have helped you if you'd told me."

Sam was quiet for several minutes. "I…I didn't…" He sighed and shrugged instead. "Don't you think…I have enough problems already?"

"Denying it only makes the problem worse." Xavier said putting a hand on Sam's shoulder. "But now that we know we can do something about it. Just promise me you won't hide anything like this again."

"I…I'll try not to…"